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Ellie was happy to see that Henry had known that she too would enjoy his childhood haunt.  She could imagine herself sneaking up here as a child to get away from her insufferable brother.  It was that type of a nice hidden place where things could be kept dry even in rain. Ellie liked it immensely when she sat on the wooden table under the gazebo like roof.  It reminded her more of a restaurant booth, but instead of a good view, there were books placed within easy reach on the shelves all around them. There was a charged kindle waiting for both of them which strangely seemed out of place.  They both sat down and read for a while. But after a bit, Ellie found her eyes drifting away from the novel she'd been reading.

She found herself drawn to the statue standing pensively in the garden and wanted to remark on how similar it looked to Henry.  The expression was spot on from when he had accompanied her on their morning stroll. The taunt musculature was the same as the biceps and shoulders that Ellie could see through his thin grey sweatshirt.  It was a simple piece of clothing, but compared to the tailored business suits that Ellie was used to seeing him in. This type of clothing seemed to suit him best. It had been like walking next to an angel as the sun highlighted his perfect features.  It was only now that Ellie realized he was truly relaxed as cookie crumbles clung to the side of his mouth. She wanted to touch that area of his face, but it was too soon.

Like a mirage disappearing, she had felt safe enough to try her true intent.  She had let her feelings spill out when she had tried to present another avenue to their relationship.  It had shocked her to see his quick horror. True horror -- like the small child who had walked into a haunted house and regretted instantly.  It had also made her wonder why that little boy would be scarred when he had been brave everywhere else. Ellie had taken some steps back to get a more firm grasp on the situation.  Henry's reactions were strange so she had not taken the response personally. It was alright to take these things more slowly. She could not let her feelings command her actions quite yet.  There was more to understand before she made some progress.

To think Henry could be frightened?  She wished it was some type of misunderstanding.  The darkness that had flashed over his face had made her feel uneasy.  It would have been simple if he had the regret of someone who was in love with a lady whom was not the same woman who was approaching.  His expression had not really been consistent with the words that were coming out of his mouth. His true thoughts were obviously motivated by some trauma that was deeper than what she had seen of him.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.